* Mr. Heartbreaker
Extremely well-written, elegant flow o words The plot might seem a bit cliche at first but when you delve in deeper to it bam! It goes in your face like what!
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"I’m not saying that I hate you," I rolled my eyes at him as I carefully cut the fabric for our project. "I mean, I catch myself occasionally fantasizing about you and your fucking good looking face…" I decided to let that hang a little longer than necessary only to find the bloody bastard smirking. Typical Dylan. Once satisfied, I continued, "being attacked by out of pitched Oompa Loompas, walking barefoot in a desert of lego bricks, near a Justin Bieber concert," I finished my sentence. Well who's smirking now Dylan? One point for Brooke! “You know what Brookie? If I got a dollar for every time someone told me how fucking good looking I am, I would be a millionaire by now,” he smirked proudly once again. Huh. Cocky now, aren’t we? I tucked a stray piece of my hair behind my ear and shot back, “And you know what, Dylan? If I got a penny for every time I murdered you in my dreams, I would be a billionaire by now,” well take that sucker. Dylan chuckled, “Wow Brookers, I didn’t know you dreamt about me that much,” he grinned wickedly. Damn it. Did I really just admit that I dreamt about him a lot? How does one indirectly admit something that wasn’t even true? Well, way to go Brooke. One point for Dylan. I’m so losing.
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Hidden Gems
RandomUndiscovered stories that deserve the reads. I present to you, Wattpad's Hidden Gems. __________________________________________ My thanks goes to @delirium- for the wonderful cover!
